Magnus felt every ounce of love as Alec seemed to press it into his very skin, warm pressure and a heartbeat he wished to match. Everything they shared, from grand gestures to small affections, filled his life with light the likes of which he'd never experienced before. More and more, Magnus was finding it impossible to imagine a life without Alec in it, something he would need to make decisions about later on in their lives when he was willing to face them head-on. If he was going to marry the love of his life twice, he was going to do more than simply let him fade away and out of his life.
Focusing on the promise of a wedding rather than distant futures, he kissed along the column of Alec's neck and down to his chest. His lips lingered about his heart, mind already bussing with spells they might use to mark one another. Even if Magnus was excluded from using runes, that didn't mean the ceremony couldn't include another kind of magic. Blinking up at Alec when he corrected him, Magnus shrugged while smiling. "I thought he'd be both the best man and the maid of honor, considering how I don't have anyone here to fit the role." Plus, it would save them the headache of there being two grooms and double everything else that came with it.
"No one is the bride," he reassured Alec even though he was confident that his husband had been joking. "That's rather the point for you, isn't it?" Humming soft laughter, he kissed Alec again. Imagining him in gold and black sent a thrill through Magnus, and even if fiances were not meant to see each other's attire before the wedding, Magnus wondered if he'd be allowed to pick Alec's suit for the occasion. "No dresses, though it's a shame since you have such lovely arms," he teased with a grin while squeezing Alec's shoulders.
Indonesian meant a lot to Magnus as his first language, but many of his ties to the culture had been lost over the centuries. He felt just as connected to Spanish literature and English poetry as he did American fashion and Brazilian cuisine. Perhaps it was one reason he was envious of the heavenly runes as symbols free of language, universal in their meanings and uses across the globe. "Flaming arrows," he said, half teasing and half thoughtful, "I think we can work with that."
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Focusing on the promise of a wedding rather than distant futures, he kissed along the column of Alec's neck and down to his chest. His lips lingered about his heart, mind already bussing with spells they might use to mark one another. Even if Magnus was excluded from using runes, that didn't mean the ceremony couldn't include another kind of magic. Blinking up at Alec when he corrected him, Magnus shrugged while smiling. "I thought he'd be both the best man and the maid of honor, considering how I don't have anyone here to fit the role." Plus, it would save them the headache of there being two grooms and double everything else that came with it.
"No one is the bride," he reassured Alec even though he was confident that his husband had been joking. "That's rather the point for you, isn't it?" Humming soft laughter, he kissed Alec again. Imagining him in gold and black sent a thrill through Magnus, and even if fiances were not meant to see each other's attire before the wedding, Magnus wondered if he'd be allowed to pick Alec's suit for the occasion. "No dresses, though it's a shame since you have such lovely arms," he teased with a grin while squeezing Alec's shoulders.
Indonesian meant a lot to Magnus as his first language, but many of his ties to the culture had been lost over the centuries. He felt just as connected to Spanish literature and English poetry as he did American fashion and Brazilian cuisine. Perhaps it was one reason he was envious of the heavenly runes as symbols free of language, universal in their meanings and uses across the globe. "Flaming arrows," he said, half teasing and half thoughtful, "I think we can work with that."